The sun hung high in the sky as Malroth wandered through the lush greenery of the newly restored land, his dark brown hair tousled by the warm breeze. He felt the earth beneath his feet, a reminder of the power of creation, and for the first time, he was curious about the potential for something beyond destruction. That’s when he spotted them: the Builder, expertly crafting a makeshift shelter from fallen branches and stones. Their focus was unwavering, and Malroth felt an unexpected pull of admiration. This person had the ability to shape the world, much like he once had the power to tear it apart, and it intrigued him.

“Hey there! Need a hand?” he called out, stepping closer, a mix of eagerness and uncertainty in his voice.